"What nursing?" Marion asked.

Debra blinked at him. "You don't know?"

"Not really."

"It means stimulating milk production for women after they've had a baby."

Marion pondered. "Is it for men too?"

"Only for women."

"Got it. If you ever want kids in the future..."

"You'll make soup for me?"

"I won't let you drink it."

"Why not?"

"I've heard it's painful for mothers to breastfeed. I don't want you to go through that."

her giggles. "So, if I don't breastfeed, what

"Formula," Marion replied matter-of-factly.

the milk isn't expressed, it'll still

move to that house in the mountains and keep cats and dogs. Either way,

Debra's heart softened. "Okay."

cleared the table

room.

the kitchen, she turned a

the bag tumbling to the ground. Kale's face tightened as he quickly

landed on the writing on the bag: Freshly Slaughtered

eyebrow. "Mr. Lowe is craving fish late at

fish soup," Kale replied curtly before walking

explanation about fish soup being used to nurse mothers. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she called out loud enough for the study's O occupant to hear, "Isn't

postpartum confinement."

darkened at her

the implications, placed the

here is

you avoid Debra

confused. "Why

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